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Brad: &amp;nbsp;Good morning, faithful readers. &amp;nbsp;Welcome to another WTAF morning. &amp;nbsp;I'm your news anchor, Brad Sharp, and with me as always, the lovely Stacy J. Sciarra. &amp;nbsp;Today's topic is How NOT to Act in an Office Environment. &amp;nbsp;One of the major issues that I have encountered many times before are people that do not mind their own business. &amp;nbsp;They apparently are just so bored with their own existence and don't have enough work to do that they feel compelled to come and bother you and see what you are doing, eating, watching, listening to, and thinking about. &amp;nbsp;Here we have an example that just happened today. &amp;nbsp;Please read, learn, spread the knowledge, and don't let nosy happen to you...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;OMFG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;FUCK! &amp;nbsp;SHIT! &amp;nbsp;GAAAAHHHHHH!!! &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;What?!?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;Nosy patrol is out in FUCKING FORCE today! &amp;nbsp;GOD! &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;o.0&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;From across the walkway and a cube over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Hey Brad, whatcha eatin'? &amp;nbsp;A burrito?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"...... a bagel......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Oh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;Really? &amp;nbsp;Does it even fucking MATTER?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;And HOW does one confuse a bagel with a burrito?!?! &amp;nbsp;o_0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;I would say "she's just trying to be nice" but clearly that's not the intent here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;So, I am eating and watching Shane Dawson's daily vlog... she runs from her CHAIR across the walkway, puts her nappy head in my face to get a closer look at the screen... "Whatcha watchin'?!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;Bitch, the back of your crusty head, now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;GAWDAMN! &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;o.0 &amp;nbsp;Seriously!??!?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;WTAF!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;Just think... in like, a month and a half, you'll be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;Sorry, but I am NOT going to miss these people at all! &amp;nbsp;That is just SO fucking RUDE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;Also, jinkies! &amp;nbsp;There's a LOT of cream cheese on my bagel! &amp;nbsp;The little Korean lady usually doesn't put very much on it; like, she holds the bagel over the tub of cream cheese so I get the essence of it. &amp;nbsp;So, today, I asked for extra. &amp;nbsp;Bitch put half the damn tub on it! &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;Feast or famine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;"You want-a esstra?! &amp;nbsp;I give-uh you esstra!!! &amp;nbsp;HI-YA! &amp;nbsp;*shoves bagel in the cream cheese container and removes it, hand covered in spread*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;Is your blood pressure back to normal? &amp;nbsp;BREATHE BRAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;Yes, but damn, that was rude as all hell! &amp;nbsp;Twice in three minutes to pull that shit? &amp;nbsp;Knock it off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;You need a big ol "do not disturb" sign and just HIT HER WITH IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;I wish I could fart on cue... I'd totally let one rip just to repel bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;LMFAO! &amp;nbsp;Your idea works, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;But that might make it worse... "What was that sound? What's that smell? *pulls out magnifying glass and goes all Scooby Doo on me*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;It's like working with Ariel, the little mermaid... "What's this? What's this?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;Try spraying HER with a water bottle. &amp;nbsp;BAD CO-WORKER! &amp;nbsp;NO! &amp;nbsp;GET BACK IN YOUR CUBE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;"What's that?! &amp;nbsp;What're you doing?! &amp;nbsp;Where'd you get that bottle?! &amp;nbsp;Where'd you get the water?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;"Water? &amp;nbsp;Bitch, this is my urine..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;LMFAO ROTF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;"Oh! &amp;nbsp;What did you eat last night?! &amp;nbsp;It's so musky! &amp;nbsp;Did you have asparagus?!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;Oh stop it! &amp;nbsp;I'm laughing so fucking hard and my damn abs hurt!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;LOL! &amp;nbsp;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy: &amp;nbsp;Thank you, Brad, for that horrific tale of a five year old child stuck in a forty year old body. &amp;nbsp;Speaking of inappropriate office behavior, I think that an abundance of any whorfume should be an automatic write up! &amp;nbsp;The receptionist here doesn't just bathe in it; she washes her hair and dishes in it, uses it as fabric softener, gargles with it, fixes squeaky hinges with it, and I think she even maced the mailman with it once. &amp;nbsp;This office isn't a fire hazard until Stankzilla walks in the door, sits down at her desk, and marinates in her own vapors. &amp;nbsp;Vicks ain't got shit on this woman! &amp;nbsp;One whiff and you can breathe out of your ASS! &amp;nbsp;Speaking of ass, she also has the worst case of perpetual gas I have ever witnessed! &amp;nbsp;Every five minutes she lets one rip. &amp;nbsp;No, not rip... she wears a Poise pad so it kinda muffles it. &amp;nbsp;I know she wears a Poise pad because the nasty bitch left one ON the counter in the bathroom! &amp;nbsp;USED! &amp;nbsp;Nasty, gross pig. &amp;nbsp;So yes, she doesn't rip them... she blurbbles them. &amp;nbsp;Every time I hear it, I think she's drowning in her coffee. &amp;nbsp;No wonder she is so paranoid and smothers her vajay in eau de parfum de la prostituée française. &amp;nbsp;So, yes, she reeks of a French whore, but she sounds like a French whore with bowel issues.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad: &amp;nbsp;That's... just... I... no words... ew... icky... poo... *gag* &lt;br /&gt;
Well, I think that about sums it up for the day. &amp;nbsp;I hope you have all learned a very valuable lesson. &amp;nbsp;Until next time, thirty love, and have a WTAF kind of day!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://usnews.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/04/30/11471297-two-teen-girls-hit-by-car-while-sunbathing-in-the-road?lite"&gt;http://usnews.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/04/30/11471297-two-teen-girls-hit-by-car-while-sunbathing-in-the-road?lite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Click the link. &amp;nbsp;Go ahead. I'll wait.&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;taps foot impatiently&amp;gt; &amp;nbsp;So, yeah, two girls were sunbathing in THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD and, I know you're just as shocked as I am, they were hit by a car. &amp;nbsp;I was further left speechless by the fact that the driver was "questioned by police but it remains unclear if he'll be charged". &amp;nbsp;Charged with WHAT?!?! &amp;nbsp;DRIVING ON A ROAD?!?! &amp;nbsp;How about charging the dumbass girls for, oh, I don't know... sunbathing in the middle of the freakin' road?!?! &amp;nbsp;What the Eff is wrong with these people?!? &lt;br /&gt;
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Stupidity should be painful. &amp;nbsp;Oh wait... for these girls, I guess it was. &amp;nbsp;Score one for karma.&lt;br /&gt;
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Learn to laugh at yourself, because if you don't, someone else will beat you to the punch.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first time that I learned to laugh at myself and not take life too seriously was when I was about six or seven years old. &amp;nbsp;Growing up was difficult, especially since I was a giant butterball that had to ROLL everywhere I went. &amp;nbsp;Being such an easy target, naturally, I was teased, picked on, and bullied often. &amp;nbsp;Usually this would happen on the bus rides to and from school by the older kids. &amp;nbsp;Little did they know, they were just adding fuel to a fire of fury that would build up to the levels of the Hiroshima bomb. &amp;nbsp;Not that it would actually DO much when I unleashed it, but I would feel SO much better. &amp;nbsp;One day, after an extremely extended amount of ridiculing, I uncorked my bottle. &amp;nbsp;I was no longer in control of my body or limbs as they proceeded to WAIL of the kid behind me. &amp;nbsp;I can still see the shocked look on his face as I boxed him about the ears, nose, and throat, all the while crying and shouting, "Fucking stop it! &amp;nbsp;Why are you doing this to me?! &amp;nbsp;I HAVE FEELINGS, TOO!" &amp;nbsp;After the storm died down and I was told to re-take my seat, a sense of calm washed over me, like a blanket fresh from the dryer. &amp;nbsp;I smiled. &amp;nbsp;I felt that I finally got my point across and that my days of bullies was behind me. &amp;nbsp;I thought that word would spread all around the schools "Don't fuck with Brandon Sharp! &amp;nbsp;He'll kick your ass!" &amp;nbsp;Little did I know, that was not the case. &amp;nbsp;Little did I know, I just gave them another reason besided my portly frame to pick on me. &amp;nbsp;Little did I know, I had just become a meme. &amp;nbsp;A meme before memes were a 'thing'.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next day on the bus, I noticed a flyer being passed around and giggles erupting when it reached the next intended person. &amp;nbsp;I caught a glimpse of it. &amp;nbsp;It was a picture of a local children's television show host smiling next to his puppet dog companion. &amp;nbsp;"BJ and The Super Ones". &amp;nbsp;I shrugged it off with an "Okay, I don't know what's so funny about that one particular picture, but whatever floats their boat." &amp;nbsp;Later that day, as I boarded the bus, outright laughter in my direction was not only audible, but visually obvious as well. &amp;nbsp;Not knowing what was going on, I took my seat. &amp;nbsp;A minute later, a crumpled ball of paper hit my head by an unknown assailant. &amp;nbsp;I un-crinkled it to see BJ staring at me with the perma-grin... but something else was added. &amp;nbsp;There was a cartoon word bubble coming out of his teeth with the phrase "I have feelings, too!" &amp;nbsp;For anyone else, the rage would've taken over and another bout of limb flailing and cry-shouting would commence... but thankfully I was born with an astute sense of humor. &amp;nbsp;The only thing out of my mouth was immense laughter. &amp;nbsp;I mean, c'mon. &amp;nbsp;That was funny as fuck! &amp;nbsp;This must've confused and scared the other kids because all was quiet save for my giggle-fit. &amp;nbsp;I can only imagine that they thought they pushed me over the flippin' edge and that the next day I would get on the bus with a machete and show them my Jason Voorhees impersonation. &amp;nbsp;After that, the teasing, taunting, and bullying never got to me again. &amp;nbsp;I could actually point out what was being made fun of and join in with my own rapier wit which was worlds beyond the immature ribbing they attempted! &amp;nbsp;That usually took the steam and fun out of the bullies' taunts, and they eventually just stopped all together thinking "What's the point?" &amp;nbsp;I never realized that is what the ultimate outcome was; I was just laughing along and enjoying a joke!&lt;br /&gt;
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So, yes, it DOES get better... but ya gotta meet better halfway and actually TRY to make it better. &amp;nbsp;Don't just sit and wait for better to come to you... it may get lost on the way.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I leave you with a clip that I found of Cartoon Clubhouse/Good Time Gang/BJ and The Super Ones/or whatever the fuck it wanted to be called. &amp;nbsp;Hell, after that day, I called it the "I Have Feelings, Too Show". &amp;nbsp;Thanks, BJ, for helping me laugh at myself. &amp;nbsp;^_^&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad: &amp;nbsp;Wow, Unicorn Booty just posted about another gay teen taking his life due to bullies. &amp;nbsp;Yep, I commented with a link to my blog.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;Well, it *does* get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Brad: &amp;nbsp;Am I a bad person for not really sympathizing with these kids that are taking the easy way out instead of dealing with it like I had to do? &amp;nbsp;I mean, it does suck that it happens and I DO wish it could stop all together, but dammit homo, man up!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra: LMFAO! &amp;nbsp;"Dammit homo, man up!" is just not something you hear everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Brad Sharp: &amp;nbsp;A personal editorial/rant/fuckery:&lt;/div&gt;
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I just don't get people sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;
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As some of you may know, in my office building, there is a convenience store/eatery on the first floor. &amp;nbsp;Here’s links to my original articles on the Korean man that runs the joint:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://zaxxonq.com/2011/05/rant-korean-konvenience.html"&gt;http://zaxxonq.com/2011/05/rant-korean-konvenience.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://wtafnews.com/2011/11/runny-ketchup-wine-and-cockies.html"&gt;http://wtafnews.com/2011/11/runny-ketchup-wine-and-cockies.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So, this morning, I go in to get a breakfast sandwich and a Monster energy drink. &amp;nbsp;I go to order my sandwich from the Korean penny pincher, and sit down to wait at a table in front of the counter, Monster sitting on the table; the place is empty. &amp;nbsp;A big burly guy, about six foot six, tall AND wide, comes in and orders... then sits at THE VERY SAME DAMN TABLE I AM AT! &amp;nbsp;Dude, that's like trying to pee in my urinal while I'M USING IT! &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt; &amp;nbsp;Then... THEN... as he’s oozing over the table and invading… no… RAPING my personal bubble, he sees my Monster and decides that is a good time to make fuggin' small talk!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;"You like those Monsters?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;*thinking: no, I bought it for the pretty pretty can* &lt;/i&gt;“Yep."&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;"Those Monsters never really work on me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;*thinking: maybe because your huge ass needs about ten of them before they can work; also, I didn't ask*&lt;/i&gt; “Oh, they work on me."&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;"What about those little concentrated 5-hour energy drinks?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;*thinking: Korean Jew, hurry the fuck up!*&lt;/i&gt; “Nah, those don't work on me. I have about five years of barista experience, so not much works on me."&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;"Oh! So you've had those there espressos?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;*thinking: 'those there'? Surprised you know the word 'espresso'*&lt;/i&gt; “Yep."&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;"I love those little things, in the little cups, and the cream."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;*thinking: no, espresso does not have cream... but it's funny to think of your honkin' ass with a tiny little thimble-in-comparison of espresso to your giant face*&lt;/i&gt; “Yep."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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All the while, Korean Jew is taking his sweet ass time hooking up his early 90's caller ID box because he is SO damn cheap that he refuses to buy a CURRENT phone. I bet it's rotary.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;"Ever have soft boiled eggs?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"*thinking: dayum, he's getting random! &amp;nbsp;maybe if I lie, he'll leave me the hell alone*&lt;/i&gt; "No."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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He explains the thing to me that I already know and now I have an image in my head of his large self, sitting at a table in Europe with a tiny espresso and a tiny egg with a tiny spoon, like a bear playing tea party. It is friggin' hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Oh! &amp;nbsp;Sounds good!”&lt;/div&gt;
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The Korean man FINALLY stops fiddling with the damn phone, puts my food in a bag, and hands it to me with a thick accented “Leady!” &amp;nbsp;I snatch my sandwich up and bolt for the door, never looking back.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra: LMFAO! &amp;nbsp;Was he... hitting on you... or just desperately lonely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Brad Sharp: &amp;nbsp;Nah, &amp;nbsp;just an annoyingly chipper chatty morning person. &amp;nbsp;He had a wedding band, so he's either married or he pried the pretty shiny off of the last guy he talked to death.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Person who wants a job:&amp;nbsp; Asshat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Recruiter Extraordinaire:&amp;nbsp; Moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Asshat had been scheduled to interview at our client in town last Monday, however the client rescheduled the interview for today.&amp;nbsp; Asshat said that she could not possibly attend today and proposed next Monday.&amp;nbsp; Phone hijinks ensued as we tried to nail down an interview time for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Phone:&amp;nbsp; RING RING OMFG RIIIIIING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Moi:&amp;nbsp; Hello, Recruiter Extraordinaire, how may I assist you this fine day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Asshat:&amp;nbsp; Yeah I need to schedule an interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Moi:&amp;nbsp; Ah yes.&amp;nbsp; When is a good day and time for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Asshat:&amp;nbsp; Well I was already in town once and that didn’t make me happy, you know I live 30 minutes outside of town and so I was going to come in and with gas prices being what they are it’s hard to come into town for an interview RAWR OMG FISHSTICKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Moi:&amp;nbsp; …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Moi:&amp;nbsp; Ok, I will let MyCoWorker know that Monday is a good date/time for you and we’ll see if we can get that locked in for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Asshat:&amp;nbsp; MINDLESS BITCHING AND RAMBLING ABOUT GAS PRICES AND HAVING TO DRIVE 30 MILES TO AN INTERVIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Moi (thinking to myself ~ gosh, when I needed a job to support my family, I drove 35 minutes one way to a job for a whole darn year.&amp;nbsp; In the snow.&amp;nbsp; Backwards.&amp;nbsp; Barefoot.&amp;nbsp; These kids today.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Moi:&amp;nbsp; Ok, well what it boils down to is, do you want a job or don’t you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Asshat:&amp;nbsp; Um, EXCUSE ME, I just need to lock in an interview time and I don’t need this from you, THANK YOU. (click)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Needless to say, she will not be locked in for any interview with our client.&amp;nbsp; She will not be working with us again.&amp;nbsp; Complaining about the distance one has to drive to get to an interview, to the person making the hiring decision = fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;In other news, my coworker of awesomeness (Mary) was holding down the fort today while I ran errands on my lunch break.&amp;nbsp; Someone whom we had fired due to poor attendance came in with a stack of paperwork and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in a Ziploc bag.&amp;nbsp; She was already pissed off when she came in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;It seemed that our system (which is brokered through a 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; party) for employees to look up their pay stubs had confounded the poor lamb, and she was unable to log into their website and pull them up.&amp;nbsp; Thus she was unable to get food stamp assistance and all she had to eat was peanut butter and jelly (hence Exhibit A).&amp;nbsp; Had she come in and nicely asked in a pleasant manner, Mary would have happily helped her get said pay stubs and all would have been peachy keen jelly bean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;As it was, Idiot Ex-Employee a.)&amp;nbsp; ranted and cursed at Mary, b.) flung a wadded up piece of paper at her, and then c.) threw Exhibit A, her peanut butter sandwich, at her as well.&amp;nbsp; Professional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;We need to get on track of rehiring that lady, ASAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy J. Sciarra: Good morning WTAF'ers. Welcome to Wednesday. Or should I say, welcome to HOLY SHIT ITS ONLY WEDNESDAY!?!?! Work place stupidity is a common problem. We at WTAFNews are doing our best to identify such stupidity in hopes that awareness will be raised and corrective measures can be taken. In lieu of corrective action, we will post stories about your stupidity. ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;ROFLMFAO!!!!!!!! &amp;nbsp;OMG, OMG, O, M, G! &amp;nbsp;I CANNOT make this shit up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;Okay, you know how sometimes an online banking site will ask you random security questions that you answered when setting up the online banking service just to verify your identity further?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;Well, the client set it all up and sent us the info. &amp;nbsp;One of the security question answers... oh hell, I can't explain THIS stupidity... here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;"What color was your first car?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;"Chevy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;...are you fuggin serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;I bet she can count to potato!!! Maybe not all by herself; she may need some assistance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;I can almost hear the bleach in her hair and tatas busting out of her children's size sweater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;ROFLMAO! Wow... just wow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;Maybe she thought it said, um, kind?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;Or worse... flavor... &amp;nbsp;"What color was your first car?" "Salty."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;People frighten me with stupidity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;Although, maybe it really IS smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;Maybe she intentionally did it so no one would guess the color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;"I don't know the color! I drive it at night with my eyes closed! &amp;nbsp;I'm scared of the dark!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;"... and... I'm blind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;"Hey, you! Braille-y... come touch my car and tell me what color it feels like!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;LMFAO ROTF YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;"It feels blue!" "Nooooo, silly! It's Salty Chevy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;...I got nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;That's what she said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;LMAO! &amp;nbsp;Oh, you are in rare form this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy J. Sciarra: &amp;nbsp;Good Afternoon and welcome to another entry of "are you fucking serious?" &amp;nbsp;I would like to preface this story by saying, this ACTUALLY happened in a Facebook thread. &amp;nbsp;My co-anchor, Brad, has changed the names to protect the stupid, but to me, this is a bit more personal. &amp;nbsp;This is the owner of a local business where me and my friends frequent, and (until now) supported by spending our money in her establishment. &amp;nbsp;I am a strong believer in throwing support behind what you stand for, and NOT spending money when I am wholly offended by a individuals beliefs. &amp;nbsp;I do not apologize for utilizing this blog to take a stand. &amp;nbsp;Finally, for those of you who are here locally and wish to NOT support the Crazy Banjo Lady, let me know privately and I'll gladly provide you the information.&lt;br /&gt;
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Crazy Banjo Lady: &amp;nbsp;Obama has overstepped his boundaries: No one can "require employers to buy health insurance that covers contraception and abortifacients [sic] for its employees!" The First Amendment of the United States Constitution protects the right to freedom of religion and freedom of expression from government interference.... How long will WE THE PEOPLE tolerate this "Hitler"???? &amp;nbsp;The Court has interpreted, the due process clause of the Fourteenth Amendment as protecting the rights in the First Amendment from interference by state governments. See U.S. Const. amend. XIV... so there are two protections right there. I can't be the only one to see this...&lt;br /&gt;
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Person 1: &amp;nbsp;If you check my timeline, I just "liked" these amendments last night. This kind of oppression and taxation without representation is the reason we became our own country in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;
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Crazy Banjo Lady: &amp;nbsp;I don't get it Person 1... how can We the People stand by and watch this happen? &amp;nbsp;The right to petition the government for a redress of grievances guarantees people the right to ask the government to provide relief for a wrong through the courts (litigation) or other governmental action. It works with the right of assembly by allowing people to join together and seek change from the government.... again, in the first Amendment.&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy: &amp;nbsp;While I can appreciate your frustration despite our differences of opinions, referring to Obama as Hitler is quite offensive to those of us who are Jewish. Sit back for a minute and really think about that comparison.&lt;br /&gt;
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Crazy Banjo Lady: &amp;nbsp;oh I have...&lt;br /&gt;
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Person 1: &amp;nbsp;I have been bitching about this type of loss of freedom for some time. But unfortunately people just don't care yet. That's why I'm so adamant about the 2nd amendment. It's our final defense against a police state. Laws are supposed to protect our freedoms and now there are so many of them, most of which limit our freedoms. It's a very sad state in America. I wish people would wake up and start giving a shit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Crazy Banjo Lady: &amp;nbsp;If we compare the two:&lt;br /&gt;
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Obama - people follow him blindly without question&lt;br /&gt;
Hitler - people follow him blindly without question...&lt;br /&gt;
Obama - political rallies are held in stadiums&lt;br /&gt;
Hitler - political rallies are held in stadiums.&lt;br /&gt;
Obama - changes the American Flag to the ancient symbol of Horus Sun worship&lt;br /&gt;
Hitler - changes the German Flag to the ancient symbol of Black Sun worship. strange...&lt;br /&gt;
Obama - political rally held in Berlin Germany&lt;br /&gt;
Hitler - political rally held in Berlin Germany&lt;br /&gt;
Obama - Writes a Biography; Barack Obama: What He Believes In&lt;br /&gt;
Hitler - Writes a Biography; Mein Kampf: My Struggle&lt;br /&gt;
Obama - Writes another Biography; The Audacity of Hope&lt;br /&gt;
Hitler - Writes his 2nd Biography; A New World Order&lt;br /&gt;
Obama - his Father leaves baby Barry for a professional career (divorces mother)&lt;br /&gt;
Hitler - his Father leaves baby Adolph for a professional career (mother dies)&lt;br /&gt;
Obama - his real family identity and his name Soetoro gets buried in the media&lt;br /&gt;
Hitler - his real family identity and his Jewish name Schickelgruber gets buried in the media&lt;br /&gt;
Obama - has a chain gang Youth Group singing Alpha Omega blindly praising Hussein on YouTube&lt;br /&gt;
Hitler - had a Youth Group singing songs of nationalism praising Adolph (Pope Ratzinger was a member)... this gets better and better.&lt;br /&gt;
about an hour ago • Like&lt;br /&gt;
Obama - was part of the Chicago slumlord regime&lt;br /&gt;
Hitler - was part of the Nazi regime&lt;br /&gt;
Obama - has Soros and Rothschild as financial backers&lt;br /&gt;
Hitler - had Prescott Bush and Rothschild as financial backers&lt;br /&gt;
Obama - tries to conceal his Muslim Faith and Foreign Citizenship by manipulating his Birth Certificate&lt;br /&gt;
Mainstream News covers Obama's illegal alien federal felony here: [link to www.youtube.com]&lt;br /&gt;
Hitler - tries to conceal his Jewish roots by entering Austria and chasing down his Birth Certificate&lt;br /&gt;
Obama - could have another false flag burning of 911&lt;br /&gt;
Hitler - had the false flag burning of the Reichstag&lt;br /&gt;
Obama - has a half-brother, George of Nigeria, he disassociates from&lt;br /&gt;
Hitler - had a half-brother William Patrick lived in the USA died 1987, a half-sister named Angela&lt;br /&gt;
Obama - probably hates either or both parents&lt;br /&gt;
Hitler - probably hated either or both parents&lt;br /&gt;
Obama - vote fraud and poll manipulation - ACORN, Propaganda; Obama Girl&lt;br /&gt;
Hitler - vote fraud and poll manipulation - Minister Joseph Goebbels control of all News Media&lt;br /&gt;
Obama - economy is in a Recession&lt;br /&gt;
Hitler - economy was in a Recession... these are too close for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy: &amp;nbsp;I'm guessing 6 million murdered Jews would disagree on your comparison. &amp;nbsp;Half of your comparisons can be equally applied to a number of members of congress... or even of the average American. The other half is downright wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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Crazy Banjo Lady: &amp;nbsp;well, it's my opinion, actually it's not my opinion... it's a direct QUOTE from: http://www.godlikeproductions.com/forum1/message637521/pg1 &amp;nbsp;I find it very strange that the very people who are trying to get help and guidance are the very people he's trying to hurt the most! &amp;nbsp;I could ask the same question Stacy... are you sure that what Hitler did (in his later years) is absolutely true? Were you there? &amp;nbsp;Step back and think about that one.&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy: &amp;nbsp;Are you serious? &amp;nbsp;You're questioning whether the holocaust happened? &amp;nbsp;Yes, I have family members that were executed and family members that still have the tattoos from the concentration camps.&lt;br /&gt;
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Crazy Banjo Lady: &amp;nbsp;so this is all about killing Jews then and you have completely missed the point of how people built this man up to be a God vs a Monster... ok&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy: &amp;nbsp; Seems to be a pretty large issue with Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;
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Crazy Banjo Lady: &amp;nbsp;in his later years yes. Not in his early years.&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy: &amp;nbsp;You were the one who brought it up. &amp;nbsp;You said "are you sure that what Hitler did (in his later years) is absolutely true"&lt;br /&gt;
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Crazy Banjo Lady: &amp;nbsp;it takes years and years to become a "God-like" figure... taking from people who are less than well off and convincing others to believe in what you stand for, right or wrong. You made a statement. I was not there to see it actually happen, but yes History is in fact repeating itself over and over.&lt;br /&gt;
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Person 1: &amp;nbsp;Jesus... this is one of the problems with America. Here is a thread talking about the loss of our rights.. in which Obama is compared to as Hitler. But instead of an intelligent discussion on the real matter at hand, we are addressing political correctness and semantics of the statement. Intend to offend. That is the beauty of America and I plan on exercising that right for as long as I can. Signed - Riders of the Easy POSSE&lt;br /&gt;
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Crazy Banjo Lady: &amp;nbsp;agreed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Person 2: &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure you have the first amendment violated with what you mentioned. First amendment says you cannot establish a religion, nor prohibit someone from freely exercising their religion. Is this requirement prohibiting the church from freely exercising their religion? That is the real question that should be being debated here. Honestly, I'm not a constitutional lawyer, I don't know. But I do question where we draw the line. We have already allowed religion to trump civil liberties with concern to the ADA. Where is the line drawn as to what constitutes allowing someone to freely exercise their religion? Not really taking sides here, just trying to get the discussion back on track I guess.&lt;br /&gt;
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Crazy Banjo Lady: &amp;nbsp;when they make birth control mandated, it is&lt;br /&gt;
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Person 3: &amp;nbsp;sorry to go back to this - but my family grew up in Germany at the time of his rise and went through the war - what they see here today scares them - they already lived it once...&lt;br /&gt;
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Crazy Banjo Lady: &amp;nbsp;My father's family was also from Germany, which has no bearing. Removal of peoples' rights is what is happening and who are we to stop it before it gets to a point of no return? We ARE THE PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;
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Person 1: &amp;nbsp;We are talking about making an employer pay for something that is a luxury item. If you are that concerned about not having a baby, just don't bang, use a condom..... Or pull out!! If you want to take birth control, pay for it your damn self. Forcing any corporation to provide birth control is unconstitutional in my book.&lt;br /&gt;
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Crazy Banjo Lady: &amp;nbsp;I am standing up on my soap box and screaming as loudly as possible to get the AMERICAN people to listen! This has been four (or more) years of hell for many many people. No, this didn't happen all because of Obama, that would be ridiculous to think so. But Obama has NOT helped the situation and I, for one, cannot afford another 4 years like this... can YOU? &amp;nbsp;Contraception is available and fairly cheap, compared to having a child. It's not something everyone wants, however if you are a devout Catholic, you are not allowed by your religion to invoke it. Again, this is about freedom of Religion. Amendment ONE!&lt;br /&gt;
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Person 1: &amp;nbsp;I don't want him to do another 4 years and will NEVER VOTE FOR HIM but there are problems with the entire political system, not just the president. How is it that key figures of our FDA can sit on the board of one of the largest food corporations in the world (with terrible past of intentionally hurting American people). How is it that our house leaders are able to be paid huge consulting fees by the same government agencies running this country into the ground. I'm saying that's a conflict of interest and I wish people would wake up and start caring because things are not looking good for us if we continue on this track. I can get on my soap box for only so long before I'm exhausted by the complacentness [sic] of my fellow citizens.&lt;br /&gt;
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Person 4: &amp;nbsp;Most current comparisons to Hitler or Nazis reveal a lack of sincerity, and a complete disregard for the intelligence of the reader/listener and should be dismissed wholesale for that reason alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Crazy Banjo Lady: &amp;nbsp;ok... &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;since this is MY first amendment right, I will continue!&lt;br /&gt;
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Person 4: &amp;nbsp;http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Godwin's_law &amp;nbsp;The first amendment DOES protect the rights of the illiterate and ignorant equally. ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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Crazy Banjo Lady: &amp;nbsp;too funny...&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad Sharp: &amp;nbsp;I'm... I'm sorry... do you really think that people are being FORCED to use birth control against their will??? o_0 I think you need to read up more on this, sweetie. That is not the case at all. If they wanted to do that, it would already be in your drinking water without your knowledge... which by the looks of this thread, I would not be totally against. :-/&lt;br /&gt;
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Person 4: &amp;nbsp;" there is a tradition in many newsgroups and other Internet discussion forums that once such a comparison is made, the thread is finished and whoever mentioned the Nazis has automatically lost whatever debate was in progress." &amp;nbsp;Corollary to Godwin's Law. &amp;nbsp;?...and that's not even delving into the many fallacies, both logical and factual, in the comparison itself. &amp;nbsp;As a moderate republican, these types of comparisons and arguments turn my stomach. &amp;nbsp;Keep exercising your First Amendment right to be wrong. You're only feeding the opposition, though, and not being a part of the solution. &amp;nbsp;Obama is a good man, is definitely an American, and deserves respect.&lt;br /&gt;
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Crazy Banjo Lady: &amp;nbsp;Obama is NOT a good man. He's had his 4 years in which he stated: I will turn this all around. He has not. Trying to pass a bill for healthcare that was doomed in the first 3 years does not constitute progress, in my opinion. For goodness sake, even the States are suing him!&lt;br /&gt;
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Person 5: &amp;nbsp;Not saying that this is not a violation of rights, however no one is forcing people to take the medication and violate their religious rights in that way. But from my view in the pharmacy world, there are a lot of people that are having kids because they can't afford to pay for the medication and then having kids kids that we as tax-payers are paying to support both medically and daily. Not saying these people don't have a choice not to have sex and have a child, but in a way we could reduce the amount of money being poured into government programs supporting these people and their children that people are complaining about. not trying pick a side, just wanted to get that out there too&lt;br /&gt;
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Person 6: &amp;nbsp;I must be missing something... I don't believe that requiring an employer to purchase a health plan that includes coverage for contraception has anything to do with religion nor do I feel that it violates any individual rights. Now, the mandate that religious employers and organizations include this coverage is obviously a more religious issue and I believe has been effectively shot down.&lt;br /&gt;
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Crazy Banjo Lady: &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;let's hope so. either way, the rights of the American people are in jeopardy once again... which was my whole point to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad Sharp: &amp;nbsp;Wow... offer (offer, not FORCE) the people a way to keep having sex without the risk of being burdened by an unwanted kid that WE THE PEOPLE would be paying for with child support and suddenly he's the DEBIL! WTAF is WRONG with you?! o_0&lt;br /&gt;
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(after CBL started deleting all further posts that disagreed with her own views)&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad Sharp: &amp;nbsp;Wow... you talk a big game about free speech, but when others try to voice themselves, you silence them by deleting their posts. YOU'RE more like Hitler than Obama is! o_o&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad (over IM): &amp;nbsp;I must be missing something on this whole contraception thing; are people being FORCED to use them??? &amp;nbsp;o_0&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy: &amp;nbsp;No but it was PROPOSED (and then later compromised) that all insurance companies, including companies that cover employees of religious institutions, cover birth control, which, I believe in. &amp;nbsp;I think insurance companies SHOULD cover birth control for women. &amp;nbsp;Shit is expensive.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad: &amp;nbsp;Well, yeah, makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy: &amp;nbsp;Cheaper than a baby.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad: &amp;nbsp;But she is making it sound like people that don't want to use them are being forced to. &amp;nbsp;o_0&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy: &amp;nbsp;Exactly. There's a lot more to it, but this is basically what it boils down to in this context.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad: &amp;nbsp;Does she know that even though insurance is covering birth control, you still have the option to NOT use it??? &amp;nbsp;o_0 &amp;nbsp;Or... is she REALLY that stupid?&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy: &amp;nbsp;Ignorance is bliss, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad: &amp;nbsp;I mean, if they wanted to FORCE birth control on us, they'd put it in the water.&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy: &amp;nbsp;I would actually support that initiative...&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad: &amp;nbsp;Ditto, but that is not the way it is really going down and she is coming out guns-a-blazing (although filled with blanks) like they just shoved a pack of birth control pills up her pussy!&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy: &amp;nbsp;SERIOUSLY!!! &amp;nbsp;I stopped reading. It was pissing me the fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad Sharp (posted to his TimeLine on FaceBook): &amp;nbsp;To any of my "friends" who think that the comparison to Obama and Hitler are accurate and justified, I do not want your ignorance clogging up my FaceBook home page; please de-friend me if your dumb ass can handle such a complicated task. &amp;nbsp;Hitler = monster &amp;amp; murderer ≠ Obama ; You = IQ of a sack of hammers ≠ me&lt;br /&gt;
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FB Friend: &amp;nbsp;Look Brad - the similarities are quite frightening. &amp;nbsp;Both are scary individuals who can whip up a frenzy and get people to follow them to the depths of hell &amp;amp; ruin. &amp;nbsp;Neither has any reason to be in a position of power!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad Sharp: I am not a political person at all, and I don't care about anyone's views in the slightest, but to make that comparison is straight up ignorant. &amp;nbsp;That's like me saying "The Zodiac Killer is TOTALLY like Pat Sajak; they both deal with letters and puzzles and fuck with my mind! &amp;nbsp;It's only a matter of time before Pat takes a life! ... if he hasn't already!" &amp;nbsp;:-|&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy J Sciarra: &amp;nbsp;In closing, I think it was put best by one of my supporters; "There is a tradition in many newsgroups and other Internet discussion forums that once such a comparison is made, the thread is finished and whoever mentioned the Nazis has automatically lost whatever debate was in progress."&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, sit back, think to yourself &amp;nbsp;"what the ACTUAL fuck?!" and then be terrified of the fact that there are people running around out there that actually believe this shit.&lt;br /&gt;
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MAKE SURE TO VOTE 2012!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;An Hour In My Life (Really, just an hour)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Cast of Characters:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Me: &amp;nbsp;Recruiter of Awesomeness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Moron: &amp;nbsp;2 pm appointment applicant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Asshat: &amp;nbsp;10 am appointment applicant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Asshat’s Mom: &amp;nbsp;Self-explanatory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;*working in a frenzy – busy, busy!*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Moron: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;*walks in at 1:20 for a 2 pm interview* &amp;nbsp;Hi, I have a 2 o’clock&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;*smiling* &amp;nbsp;Ok, I will be right with you! &amp;nbsp;*tries to finish what I’m doing as well as answer calls*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Moron: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;*comes back up to me at 1:30* &amp;nbsp;Um, the reason I was here early was that I DO have another job…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;*sort of shocked at his rudeness* &amp;nbsp;Oh! &amp;nbsp;Um, ok… *gives him paperwork*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;PHONE RINGS OMG ANSWER ME NOWWWW!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Hello, Recruiter of Awesomeness, what’s up y’all?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Asshat: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hi I’m on my way for my appointment…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;*glancing at clock* ok well you were supposed to be here at 10 am.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Asshat: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh .. uh .. really?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;*inward sigh* &amp;nbsp;If you come now, I can try to squeeze you in&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Asshat:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;OK!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;10 minutes later…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Moron comes up and asks questions about the job he’s applying for, questions that were fully covered in the online ad that he answered. &amp;nbsp;I explain the job requirements, wherein he says he doesn’t have the experience that is required. &amp;nbsp;He tells me where he works – a VERY menial job, by the way, and not (IMO) nearly important enough for him to have been so rude about demanding I begin the interview early, especially since I know he doesn’t have to be at work until 3.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asshat and Asshat’s Mom walk in. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;WHY WOULD YOU BRING YOUR MOM TO A JOB INTERVIEW?! &amp;nbsp;THIS IS THE SECOND TIME THIS WEEK!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asshat pushes her way to the desk and I give her her paperwork. &amp;nbsp;Moron goes back to finish filling out his. &amp;nbsp;Ah, a moment of peace! &amp;nbsp;I try to get some calls done, emails read, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Asshat’s Mom: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Excuse me?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Asshat’s Mom: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don’t have internet access so I couldn’t put in an application. &amp;nbsp;Can I fill out the paperwork too?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Really? &amp;nbsp;You’re going to ask to do a walk-in when we clearly do appointments only?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;No, sorry. &amp;nbsp;We need the online application, and within 24 hours of receiving that, I will call you to schedule an interview.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Asshat’s Mom:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;How long?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Within 24 hours…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Asshat’s Mom: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ok &amp;nbsp;*walks away*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;*trying frantically to work*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Moron: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ok so uh tell me about this job.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;I thought you weren’t going to continue since you don’t have the required experience?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Moron:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Oh, uh, ok. &amp;nbsp;*goes back and sit down*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;*???*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Asshat’s Mom: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Where’s the bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;*sighs and gives her the key*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asshat pushes her way up to my desk to take her ID’s back. She’s not done with her paperwork, she just had to get them RIGHT THAT MINUTE.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;*wishes for vodka*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally my partner finished up her conference call and I told her that Asshat was here, Asshat being her candidate. &amp;nbsp;She flat-out told Asshat that she’d have to reschedule since her appointment was at 10 am (ha!) &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Asshat’s Mom: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;So if I put in an application, when will you call me? &amp;nbsp;4 days? &amp;nbsp;I didn’t hear you before.&lt;br /&gt;
Me: &amp;nbsp;OMFG Lady, within 24 hours! &amp;nbsp;Fuck off! &amp;nbsp;(Last part, I wish)&lt;br /&gt;
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A note of warning. &amp;nbsp;Do NOT have Taco Bell and vodka at the same time. &amp;nbsp;Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This should help get my point across:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(IM'ing on FaceBook with Stacy)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;Blah blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;Yadda yadda yadda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;OMG... TACO BELL VODKA EXPLOSIVE SHITS ARE COMING!!! &amp;nbsp;O_O &amp;nbsp;BRB... I HOPE!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;LMAO! &amp;nbsp;GOOD GOD RUUUUUUN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(texts from the bathroom [yeah, it's our schtick; shaddap])&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;OH MY GOOOOOOOD!!!!!!! &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt; &amp;nbsp;*holds handrail*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;LMAO ROTF! &amp;nbsp;Oh... I want to be sorry... but I can't be... I know your pain all-to-well. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(side note, I just love that big sisterly support)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and that fucking donkey!!!!! &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;That was me yesterday! &amp;nbsp;Well, not fucking a donkey, but you know... making a run for the ... aw hell ...what you're going through right now. &amp;nbsp;:-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt; &amp;nbsp;*kaBOOM!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;Good luck! &amp;nbsp;Don't shit out your asshole!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;I think that "Angry Birds" should be the new code for taking a deuce; you know everyone takes their phone with them to the crapper, they more than likely play a game, and there's a good chance that it's Angry Birds. &amp;nbsp;Dude... the birds right now... they're fucking LIVID! &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;LMAO! &amp;nbsp;Oh Brad... the humanity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;I think... I think I just spoke in tongues and exorcised a demon. &amp;nbsp;o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;Yeah, exorcised an ass demon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(back on FaceBook)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;Oh sweet mercy! &amp;nbsp;My pants actually fit better. &amp;nbsp;I thought that was just a joke or myth. &amp;nbsp;And that toilet paper holder needed some WD40, for real. &amp;nbsp;Like grinding sand and mice. &amp;nbsp;Next time I'll save it the trouble and shout down the hallway, "Hey! &amp;nbsp;I'm taking a shit!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;The Pants-Fit-Better is not a myth. &amp;nbsp;It is FACT. &amp;nbsp;And LOLOLOLOL at the toilet paper holder... however, I'd rather have a squeaky wheel than the shit that tears off every two squares. &amp;nbsp;C'mon people, I need more than that! &amp;nbsp;I just painted the inside of the toilet! &amp;nbsp;Upon further inflection, I'd like to mention, in our office, one does not need to announce "Hey! I'm taking a shit!" since my desk is so close to the bathroom - trust me when I say, I can hear EVERYTHING that goes on in there, much to my dismay... and really, sometimes I actually say, “What the ACTUAL Fuck is going on in there!” &amp;nbsp;o.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Hulk POOOOOOOOP!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Yes, we are five years old, but don't even act like you didn't laugh at that shit (I do love puns ^_^).&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
This story starts on Sunday. I helped my mom with some mulch around the yard. My back was already sore… and then there was dance class x2 on Monday, which really put a hurting on me. More specifically, every muscle in my body hurt. To remedy this, I went to Greg and Bryan’s apartment after work (because it’s 13 minutes from my work instead of the hour it takes me to get home).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bryan asked to 'bum' some smokes last night and I said, "sure, if you &lt;b&gt;GO TO THE STORE&lt;/b&gt; for me... I'm almost out" so, he smokes how many of them he smoked... and then goes to bed. I went to his room and was like "WTF?!?" and he whined, "I don't want to get up, I'll go in the morning" I retort with, "dude, I have WORK in the morning" (he left me ONE DAMN CIGARETTE) so, I had to stop this morning, which made me late because OMG I HAVE TO SHARE THIS GEM WITH YOU...so I'm at the convenience store. There's a woman in front of me... She's buying a rice krispie treat, a Starbucks frappaccino and wants to get a 'black and mild' …and then she tries to pay with food stamps. She got all pissed off when the lady/cashier said, "We don't accept food stamps."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I just wanted to say, "What the ACTUAL fuck are you getting pissed for? You're buying a rice krispie treat and STARBUCKS with FOOD STAMPS while there are kids starving?!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gah damn people piss me off. Food stamps are meant to SUPPLEMENT your groceries...provide STAPLES in your kitchen…but, you know, whatever. &amp;nbsp;I suppose a pre-made, overpriced Rice Krispie Treat and Starbucks drinks are good too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In other news, more idiots in the workplace! I just got a phone call from a gentleman asking if we “do free constellations” while I assume he meant “consultations”, I couldn’t help but channel Ms. Cleo, “Tank you for callin’ me, mah-mie, but Miss Cleo don’t do free readings! All I can see in the stars is dat you’re an idjot! AHAHAHA! Take car, nao!”&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿...and with that, I must go smoke the cigarettes I was forced to buy this morning.&amp;nbsp; Thirty Love Bishes. Over to you Brad. Brad? What happened to Brad? Oh dear lord, are Kiki and Miss Cleo bonding?!? HELP! Somebody call ...someone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wtafnews/YpoU/~4/zfFQ6YaXLO0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wtafnews.com/feeds/4182148863562902268/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wtafnews.com/2012/01/borrowed-cigarettes-and-miss-cleo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557726747678907574/posts/default/4182148863562902268?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557726747678907574/posts/default/4182148863562902268?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/wtafnews/YpoU/~3/zfFQ6YaXLO0/borrowed-cigarettes-and-miss-cleo.html" title="Borrowed Cigarettes and Miss Cleo" /><author><name>Stacy J. Sciarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945485578360720697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMexWVqHzkc/TiBWh0rUliI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MoaPlua65z0/s220/BradnStacy.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wtafnews.com/2012/01/borrowed-cigarettes-and-miss-cleo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAAQHs-fSp7ImA9WhRVEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557726747678907574.post-6734120010407296370</id><published>2012-01-06T11:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T09:52:21.555-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-10T09:52:21.555-06:00</app:edited><title>All About Adele</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
They really need to just replace the word "radio" with the word "Adele" since that is all there ever fuggin' is on the damn thing these days. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
‎"Hey, what's on the Adele?"&lt;br /&gt;
"Adele."&lt;br /&gt;
"Oh, turn that shit up and play it on repeat ad nauseum!"&lt;br /&gt;
"Already ahead of ya!"&lt;br /&gt;
*ears bleed*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I mean, don't get me wrong; I DID like her... in small self-administered doses. &amp;nbsp;I'm also very glad a big girl got noticed and is making bank, but dayum, give it a rest! &amp;nbsp;I should not have to be in a situation where I hear the same damn song five times in an hour nor should I be forced to change from my regular radio station to another only to hear her again singing the exact same droopy notes or another one of her depression marches! &amp;nbsp;Also, why the hell can't she cheer the fuck up?! &amp;nbsp;Bitch is now richer and more famous than JESUS and it's still all wha-wha-poor-me-I'm-fat-and-alone songs. &amp;nbsp;Give me some "I'm in the money, bitches!" and upbeat tunes!!! &amp;nbsp;I get it, she &lt;i&gt;is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; awesome, but you know what they say about the candle that burns the brightest...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it will set fire to your ears, brain, and soul before it finally fizzles out. &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;
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***UPDATE***&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;RAWR! &amp;nbsp;(our code for "That bitch is whining on the radio, again")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;Seriously????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;GAAAHHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;I really should call the radio station and just say "Knock it off!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;LMFAO -- dammit, stooooooop it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;You're making my abs seize up!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;(though, I want to do the same thing)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;Thank god, I have interweb radio and I can just "skip".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;I know! &amp;nbsp;Lucky bitch! &amp;nbsp;Would it be rude to run over to the coworkers cube and just turn their radio off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;Go for it. &amp;nbsp;Then, you might move to Florida sooner than you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;I could plea insanity! &amp;nbsp;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;... driving to the brink by Adele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;driving? &amp;nbsp;WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;DRIVEN&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Brad: &amp;nbsp;LOL!!!!!! Her newest hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;Oh lord, I'm contributing to the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Stacy: &amp;nbsp;It's an epidemic, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wtafnews/YpoU/~4/phMWXAKFOvM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wtafnews.com/feeds/6734120010407296370/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wtafnews.com/2012/01/all-about-adele.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557726747678907574/posts/default/6734120010407296370?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557726747678907574/posts/default/6734120010407296370?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/wtafnews/YpoU/~3/phMWXAKFOvM/all-about-adele.html" title="All About Adele" /><author><name>Brad Sharp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307657423644228635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="18" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JzPj8XLCjqE/UM54zfkMY2I/AAAAAAAAAsA/YNLH0YaeRhg/s220/17930311278201633410.jpeg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wtafnews.com/2012/01/all-about-adele.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIBQH4-eip7ImA9WhRWF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557726747678907574.post-7965972666478632625</id><published>2012-01-05T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T12:19:11.052-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-05T12:19:11.052-06:00</app:edited><title>Harry Potter didn't get harassed from HIS bank!  And they were ACTUAL GOBLINS!</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Good afternoon, WTAF'ers. &amp;nbsp;We bring you yet another story in ignorance. &amp;nbsp;This time I thought that I would share what goes on at my job. &amp;nbsp;As I have said, I work for an accounting company. &amp;nbsp;We reconcile business accounts for major retailers. &amp;nbsp;I am sure if you can think of a store, fast food joint, restaurant, or service provider, we more than likely do their books. &amp;nbsp;Since these accounts are owned by pretty big and well-known names, we sometimes run into power trippin' bitches that refuse to cooperate simply because our given birth name is not what is shown on the account. &amp;nbsp;Like anyone goes around with the name Walmart?! &amp;nbsp;To get around this, we have sent all banks a letter of authorization, which will be explained in the scenario below that just happened:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Hello. &amp;nbsp;I'm Brad Sharp with AccountingCompany. &amp;nbsp;I am calling in regards to the RetailerName business account. &amp;nbsp;We are out of balance and I just need to verify the ending balance on the 4th with what is shown online.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Teller:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Okay, what is the account number?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;1234567890&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Teller:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Okay, let's see here... what was your name again?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brad Sharp with AccountingCompany.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Teller:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;I... I don't see your name on here anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;No, my name is not RetailerName and my actual name will not be on the account...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Teller:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Oh, well I...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;... but there IS a letter of authorization from the signer of the account and our office that gives us access and permission to any information on this account.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Teller: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;...... well, I will have to go look that up. &amp;nbsp;Could you please hold?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;*the Muzak version of Summer Nights plays with intermittent interruptions by very loud and obnoxious bank advertisements*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Teller:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Okay, I'm back and I found the letter of authorization, but I don't see your name anywhere on here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;No, my specific name would not be on there; it should state that permission is given to any employee of AccountingCompany.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Teller:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Well, yes, I see that, but I don't see your name on here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ma'am, my name will not be on there. &amp;nbsp;We have an office full of people that gather account information for various retailers and it would be impossible to add each and every employee name to every letter of authorization for every account.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Teller:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;I realize that, but to share information on this account, I need to know who I am speaking with.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Brad Sharp from AccountingCompany.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Teller:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;I don't see your name on this letter of authorization.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;(tempted to say "Who's on first, bitch?!")&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Ma'am, the letter of authorization states any employee of AccountingCompany. &amp;nbsp;I am an employee of AccountingCompany. &amp;nbsp;I just need to verify the balance with you to the one that I am looking at online right this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Teller:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Well, how do I know you're from AccountingCompany? &amp;nbsp;How do I know you are who you say you are?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;(temptation again "How do I know who YOU are?!")&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Because we are the ones that sent the letter of authorization to you for this very purpose!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Teller:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;.... hold... hold on, I need to speak with my manager...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;*Summer Nights invades my ears again*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Teller: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Okay, I just spoke with my manager and she said that it was alright to speak with you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you. &amp;nbsp;Now what was the ending balance for the 4th?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Teller:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;$1234.56&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Okay, that is not what the website is showing and I now balance. &amp;nbsp;Thank you for your help!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Teller:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Oh, you're welcome. &amp;nbsp;Sorry for...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;*click*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How in the hell would I know about the letter of authorization? &amp;nbsp;How would I know that it states "any employee of AccountingCompany"? &amp;nbsp;Do you really think that I broke into the bank, ignored all the money, planted the fake letter of authorization, and snuck out without any other devious malevolence done?! &amp;nbsp;That is the WORST crime EVER THOUGHT OF! &amp;nbsp;Of &lt;b&gt;COURSE &lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; would be the one to think of that! &amp;nbsp;That's more of an April Fool's prank than anything! &amp;nbsp;Lord help me, I'm gonna mail you a cowpie! &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I totally pictured her as a teller from Gringotts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wtafnews/YpoU/~4/Q6ckaVcUUBw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wtafnews.com/feeds/7965972666478632625/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wtafnews.com/2012/01/harry-potter-didnt-get-harassed-from.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557726747678907574/posts/default/7965972666478632625?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557726747678907574/posts/default/7965972666478632625?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/wtafnews/YpoU/~3/Q6ckaVcUUBw/harry-potter-didnt-get-harassed-from.html" title="Harry Potter didn't get harassed from HIS bank!  And they were ACTUAL GOBLINS!" /><author><name>Brad Sharp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307657423644228635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="18" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JzPj8XLCjqE/UM54zfkMY2I/AAAAAAAAAsA/YNLH0YaeRhg/s220/17930311278201633410.jpeg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wtafnews.com/2012/01/harry-potter-didnt-get-harassed-from.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIHRn06fyp7ImA9WhRWFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557726747678907574.post-1220296996687411956</id><published>2012-01-04T09:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T09:55:37.317-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-04T09:55:37.317-06:00</app:edited><title>Reader Submission: Divorce; not just for the young and Kardashian</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Stacy J Sciarra: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Good morning interweb viewers. This morning we have a relationship WTAF story for you. &amp;nbsp;It seems that some people really do know how to truly hold a grudge. This viewer submission from Laura has my co-anchor and I scratching our heads and asking, “What the actual fuck”.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"A 99-year-old Italian man is divorcing his 96-year-old wife after discovering that she conducted an affair in the 1940s, reports the Telegraph.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The couple have been together for 77 years, but time was no healer when the husband, referred to by Italian lawyers as Antonio C, found evidence of the affair while rummaging through a chest of drawers. Having confronted his wife, who confessed to the affair, he is now seeking a divorce.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;According to UPI, Antonio came across letters his wife had received from an old lover more than 50 years ago, making him suspect an affair. It is also reported that the couple have five children and 12 grandchildren along with a single great grandchild."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, you read that right. After 72 years of time passing between the affair and either the discovery of it or the realization that “fuck! I never did anything about this 72 mother fucking years ago” the dude decides that *now* is an appropriate time in his life to divorce his beloved… presumably so he can run out and sow HIS wild oats. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
o.0 really, dude?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Well now, wait a minute. &amp;nbsp;If he just found out about it, he could just be sticking to his morals. &amp;nbsp;I mean, sure, he prolly has about 23 minutes left on this Earth, but at least he can go with the clear conscious that he thought he was doing the right thing. &amp;nbsp;Either that or he was just waiting for an excuse to come along to divorce the old bitch. &amp;nbsp;If those letters didn't surface, it might have just played out like this:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"Sorry, honey, but I burned the toast."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"I want a divorce!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or the dude could've just lost his marbles. &amp;nbsp;:-/&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;What a way to start off the new year; by pissing me the FUGG OFF!!! &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt; &amp;nbsp;For those of you that do not know, I work in accounting. &amp;nbsp;Whenever a new month begins, the banks go all retarded and mess crap up. &amp;nbsp;Whenever a new YEAR starts, the banks are swallowed by the mouths of&amp;nbsp;Hades&amp;nbsp;and shat out of its black hell-besmeared farting hole, and we are left with just a defense of wet naps and tears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, today, I am working feverishly at the computer and eventually come to an account that is out of balance that I have to spelunk into the depths of Satan's bunghole to figure out. &amp;nbsp;My body language is &lt;b&gt;OBVIOUS &lt;/b&gt;to any moron with half a rat turd rattling around in their airy noggin; staring at the computer, reading line after line of transactions, clicking back and forth from window to window, muttering curses under my breath (foul words &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; bad juju hexes), and clicking away at the keyboard. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;OBVIOUSLY &lt;/b&gt;this is someone that is busy and needs not to be bothered and have their train of thought interrupted. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;OBVIOUS&lt;/b&gt;, right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not to one special individual.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Y'all remember the Messican Meddler, right? &amp;nbsp;Here's her mug-shot to refresh your memory:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Messican Meddler Mug-shot... mayn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
So, I am &lt;b&gt;OBVIOUSLY &lt;/b&gt;busy as all hell, when I see a shadow envelop my working area. &amp;nbsp;I already knew who it was and ignored her the entire time, trying to keep the string of numbers rolling through my head. &amp;nbsp;I see a pudgy hand reach out to my desk and grab my container of Hot Shots candy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hot Shots Cinnamon Candies aka Meddler Attractant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;MM:&lt;/b&gt; Seen-ah-man candees...?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;*keeps staring at the screen trying to find the discrepancy*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;MM: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hmmm... seen-ah-man candees. *puts it back down*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;MM: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;*stares at me in silence for a good twenty seconds as I continue to work, then whispers* &amp;nbsp;Joo got pree-tee eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;MM: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;How was joor holly-day? &amp;nbsp;*rams her shoulder into mine with a nudge*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;MM:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Was fine?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;MM:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Dat's niiice. &amp;nbsp;*walks away*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;OMG!!! &amp;nbsp;FUCKING SHIT GAWDAMN MOTHER TWAT!!! &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt; &amp;nbsp;Do NOT bother me when I am &lt;b&gt;OBVIOUSLY &lt;/b&gt;looking at the screen trying to find out why an account is out of balance!!! &amp;nbsp;I have numbers running in my head, I do NOT need to tell you about my holiday RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!! &amp;nbsp;Jesus CHRIST some people are rude as FUCK and need more work to do! &amp;nbsp;Not TODAY, Messican BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Awwww, I feeeeeel the love! &amp;nbsp;You should really ask her to be roommates with you! &amp;nbsp;I bet that would work out real well!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;She would end up a stain on my carpet and an odd smell in the trash chute.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;I'm guessing the "odd smell" would not be a new thing... for her or for the trash chute. &amp;nbsp;BAZINGA!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;*walks off muttering as eye twitches*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Well, with that, let's start our year in review. &amp;nbsp;We know our loyal readers asked for it, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
July 15, 2011, our site was born. *choir of angels sing*&lt;br /&gt;
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We had the Wite-Out incident (really, Judy? You can't figure out how to use Wite-Out? I mean, &lt;i&gt;seriously&lt;/i&gt;! &amp;nbsp;I still can't get over this). &amp;nbsp;We had the Ghetto Virus wherein I got hit with an encyclopedia to knock the ebonics outta me. &amp;nbsp;July also brought missing papers and railcars (how to lose a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;train&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?!?!?)! &amp;nbsp;Brad endured coffee sniping by co-workers while I had a handful of idiot boys sending idiot text messages (no, I do not enjoy migraines nor are you god’s gift to women).&lt;br /&gt;
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August brought us military grade douche, the first appearance of the Messican Meddler, Sports with Stacy (cause Brad sure as shit ain't gonna do it ... EVER), and a personal interest story about proper etiquette when ranting; and for those of you who missed it, it's when we invented our signature 30&amp;lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;
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September ushered in a time of remembrance with cookies, we had more Sports with Stacy, and the birth of our store (have you visited it yet? Trust me when I tell you it's hilarious to run around with Kiki on your bewbs, girls).&lt;br /&gt;
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October was a difficult time for Sports with Stacy as the Raiders lost their fearless leader, Al Davis. &amp;nbsp;Then, there was the hilarious 'from the field' report of a Slippery Situation. &amp;nbsp;If you haven't, go read it. &amp;nbsp;We also added a regular field reporter, Vivian Smartass. &amp;nbsp;She has many WTAF moments and we love having her share them. &amp;nbsp;Kudos to her and her idiots!&lt;br /&gt;
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November seemed to be a rather difficult month. &amp;nbsp;A lot of OMGWTAFBBQ moments and entries. &amp;nbsp;Meltdown Mondays, Terrible Tuesdays, WTF Wednesdays with Runny Ketchup, Wine and Cookies. &amp;nbsp;MM-MMMM, good!&lt;br /&gt;
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December saw little activity until the end of the month wherein we suddenly had a lot to report on in small segments and one very special entry that took the cake for WTAF moments.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you for staying with us! &amp;nbsp;2012 promises to have more hilarious WTAF entries!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Honorable Field Reporter Mentions~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We definitely cannot do this alone. &amp;nbsp;Well, we COULD, but you make it SO much better!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Summer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Megan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Jeremy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Greg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Anonymous Gay Reporter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Laura&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Feel free to join our WTAF family! &amp;nbsp;Send your stories in to NewsDesk@WTAFnews.com&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, a BIG shout out and thanks to our fans, friends, and family. &amp;nbsp;Without you, we’d be laughing at ourselves, which usually constitutes a strait jacket, a padded room, and lots and LOTS of drugs.&lt;br /&gt;
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ThirtyLove out… for now. &amp;nbsp;^_^&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wtafnews/YpoU/~4/yBCsNhpcKG8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wtafnews.com/feeds/7794780035241759203/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wtafnews.com/2012/01/goodbye-2011-wtaf-2012.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557726747678907574/posts/default/7794780035241759203?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557726747678907574/posts/default/7794780035241759203?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/wtafnews/YpoU/~3/yBCsNhpcKG8/goodbye-2011-wtaf-2012.html" title="Goodbye, 2011… WTAF 2012?!" /><author><name>Brad Sharp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307657423644228635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="18" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JzPj8XLCjqE/UM54zfkMY2I/AAAAAAAAAsA/YNLH0YaeRhg/s220/17930311278201633410.jpeg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wtafnews.com/2012/01/goodbye-2011-wtaf-2012.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMCQnw5cCp7ImA9WhRWEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557726747678907574.post-13560881352151497</id><published>2011-12-29T10:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:34:23.228-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-29T10:34:23.228-06:00</app:edited><title>Because you're WHAT?!</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Hello again, faithful readers. &amp;nbsp;Boy, we're on a hot streak of posting stories! &amp;nbsp;Side note: every time I say, hear, or read the word "stories", I picture a little old lady watching soap operas. &amp;nbsp;Is that what we have become, now? &amp;nbsp;A constant barrage of turbulent issues? &amp;nbsp;Problem after unending problem? &amp;nbsp;Evil twins coming back from the dead to wreak their vengeance by annoying the living shit out of us until we kill them again? &amp;nbsp;Do we need a new name to better associate us with what we have become? &amp;nbsp;"The Young and the Stupid"? &amp;nbsp;"All My Dumb Bitches"? &amp;nbsp;"General Pains In My Ass"? &amp;nbsp;"The Bold and the Ignorant"? &amp;nbsp;"Que Eres Estúpido y tu Madre es un Burro". &amp;nbsp;Sorry, I had to throw in a little telenovela flavor. &amp;nbsp;^_^ &amp;nbsp;Like words through the ears of the hollow headed individuals of whom we speak of, these are the WTAF moments of our lives...&lt;br /&gt;
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So, as some of you may know, I work in an cubicle, in an office, in a building, for a very big company. &amp;nbsp;So very professional sounding, right? &amp;nbsp;Oh, hell no. &amp;nbsp;I work with a group of rowdy ass mo-fos. &amp;nbsp;Yelling, cursing, cracking up, having a good ol' time! &amp;nbsp;You'd think it was a gawdamn party! &amp;nbsp;Well, I have learned to just deal with it over time, but only after I asked one of the individuals...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Damn! &amp;nbsp;Why are you so loud?!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Wanna know his response?&lt;br /&gt;
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You'll never believe it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Seriously, this is messed up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can't believe it myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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You just cannot make this shit up. &amp;nbsp;For real.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You ready?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm not!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But here's his response anyway...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
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"Because I'm black!"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Some people have an oh-face; this is my WTAF-face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now, yes, I can see the humor in his reply, and I did chuckle at the time, but seriously, how else &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;one respond to this?&lt;br /&gt;
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"Well, you need to turn the color of your skin down, because you're disrupting my work"?&lt;br /&gt;
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Yeah, and &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; be the one that goes straight to HR. &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So, yes, that is just a tiny taste, a sample, a petite amuse-bouche if you will, of the environment that I interact with on a daily basis. &lt;br /&gt;
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Which, is why, we will never run out of ideas, content, or material for this site.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ever.&lt;br /&gt;
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^_^&lt;br /&gt;
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30&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wtafnews/YpoU/~4/OKUnVp6q9v8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wtafnews.com/feeds/13560881352151497/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wtafnews.com/2011/12/because-youre-what.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557726747678907574/posts/default/13560881352151497?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557726747678907574/posts/default/13560881352151497?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/wtafnews/YpoU/~3/OKUnVp6q9v8/because-youre-what.html" title="Because you're WHAT?!" /><author><name>Brad Sharp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307657423644228635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="18" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JzPj8XLCjqE/UM54zfkMY2I/AAAAAAAAAsA/YNLH0YaeRhg/s220/17930311278201633410.jpeg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wtafnews.com/2011/12/because-youre-what.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUHQX06eSp7ImA9WhRWEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557726747678907574.post-4969891913871752269</id><published>2011-12-29T07:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T13:50:30.311-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-29T13:50:30.311-06:00</app:edited><title>FedEx</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra: &lt;/b&gt;Good morning readers ... this quick story is brought to you compliments of FedEx. A delivery guy just brought me an overnight envelope... while I'm signing for it, he asks how to pronounce my last name... it goes like this: &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;FedEx: &lt;/b&gt;"How do you say your name?" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;"Ski-are-uh"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;FedEx:&lt;/b&gt; "Gill?" &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;me staring at him in utter disbelief... dude, that's not even close&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;"Ski...are...uh..." &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;FedEx:&lt;/b&gt; "Oh. Ski-lar-ah"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "No. Ski.... as in to ski, on a mountain....Are...as in Are you stupid....uh, as if I just punched you in the stomach..." &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*pokerface*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What. The. Actual. Fuck. GILL!?!?!??! That's not even CLOSE.... there's not even a G or G sound anywhere in ANY of my names. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Our Raiders used to be a pillaging curse of the NFL. Feared, loathed, hated and rejoiced by fans and foes alike… but then we quickly became a punch line…the joke of the NFL… and for years, I’ve heard myself say “well, there’s always next season…”&lt;br /&gt;
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However, this season… the Raiders have become unlikely survivors. We are 8-7 despite ALL odds (injuries, line-up, our owner dying… and, of course, our not-so-coveted title of Most Penalized Team in the NFL…for 9 years and counting)…and for the first time since 2002… we can reach the playoffs… not one, but TWO ways. One, we capture the AFC West with a win and a Broncos loss… or, we earn a wild-card spot with a win and ridiculously complex but not impossible combination of losses throughout the AFC. (Sounds like an evil plan in the making. I like it!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I rarely sit here and regurgitate stats, and this entry will be no different. I just want to point out to my sweet girl, there is still hope… more hope than there has been in quite a few years… for our boys to make it. Give us an inch and we’ll take a yard. We have a team that you never want to turn your back on … kinda like the old days.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Good afternoon WTAF’ers. &amp;nbsp;In today’s news, we have yet another what the actual fuck is going on with this dumb idiot I work with story. &amp;nbsp;It seems that Judy is unfamiliar with the latest in legal technology. &amp;nbsp;She, somehow, wandered over to my desk – it’s a miracle she didn’t get lost on her way, to ask me for a Bar Journal. &amp;nbsp;The paralegal in me inquired why she needed it. &amp;nbsp;I was told, “I’m trying to find the Broward County Clerk’s website”. &amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;thinks to self, ever heard of Google for fucks sake?!?&amp;gt; &amp;nbsp;In the two seconds she was standing at my desk, trying to get her overly wordy sentence out of her garbled with marble-sounding mouth…I retrieved the website.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Browardclerk.org”&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;Stacy turns to co-anchor Brad for support&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I mean, it’s really that simple. &amp;nbsp;You don’t need a damn Bar Journal to look it up. &amp;nbsp;It’s simple technology. &amp;nbsp;Figure it out, it’s a good thing. &amp;nbsp;Brad?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Poor, poor, dumb Judy. &amp;nbsp;Gonna be left behind in the technological revolution. &amp;nbsp;GOOD! &amp;nbsp;Rot in the Middle Ages, ya stupid old bitch! &amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;pauses for a second&amp;gt; &amp;nbsp;Wow... that was rather harsh. Where the hell did that come from?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sugar withdrawal. &amp;nbsp;It’s been said that your sister sent you a ridiculously sized box of candy for the holidays and you had a candy orgy over the weekend. &amp;nbsp;If I’m not mistaken, our in-the-field reporter uncovered this nugget of truth from your own mouth…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Thanks for all the candy, but I think I need a refill already; ravaged all the chocolate, snarffed all the Twizzlers, gobbled the Cow Tails, rode the Starburst wave of nom, and don't even get me started on The Great Snowman Peeps Massacre.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Touché. &amp;nbsp;Well, she’s better than Paula, but I can just SEE the stupid ooze out of her ears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;SERIOUSLY and if you could hear her monotone almost like Ben Stein voice that just grates on your nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard, you'd see why I almost want Paula back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;LOL… ew… there’s no reason to go THERE. Steve just needs to get a chimp and be done with it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;This has been another afternoon with the What the Actual Fuck crew. &amp;nbsp;Enjoy your hump day, people. &amp;nbsp;Now, weather with Kiki.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Kiki: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Shit, 'yall! &amp;nbsp;It be cold as FUGG! &amp;nbsp;Break out the jackets, scarf'ses, n' uurr-muffs if you don't want to get frost bite on yo' precious delicates! &amp;nbsp;Gotta wrap dat shit in some of that pink itchy stuff with the Pink Panther on it. &amp;nbsp;Insumulnation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp:&lt;/b&gt; Insulation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Kiki:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Yeah... dat shit. &amp;nbsp;Then when you take it off, you can say "I'm unleashin' the panther, bitch! &amp;nbsp;RAWR!!!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad &amp;amp; Stacy:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;.............&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Kiki:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;So, uh, yeah... keep it all warm. &amp;nbsp;Hell, light it on fire if need be! &amp;nbsp;A'ight, I'm-a go now. &amp;nbsp;Need to get to the Stop N'Go to hawk my deeveedees. &amp;nbsp;Hey, do y'all think you might wanna buy...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;AND that's the news for today. &amp;nbsp;Hope you all had a happy holiday and as Kiki says, stay warm!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Kiki: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yeah, dat's not all I said, but dat's a'ight. &amp;nbsp;You just interrupt me and do yo' news thang. &amp;nbsp;I know where you sleep. &amp;nbsp;Mmm-hmm... *flips weave*&lt;br /&gt;
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30&amp;lt;3&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wtafnews/YpoU/~4/HAqaqMwFtFg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wtafnews.com/feeds/3289647635809462139/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wtafnews.com/2011/12/google-its-not-fancy-french-word.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557726747678907574/posts/default/3289647635809462139?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557726747678907574/posts/default/3289647635809462139?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/wtafnews/YpoU/~3/HAqaqMwFtFg/google-its-not-fancy-french-word.html" title="Google; it's not a fancy French word." /><author><name>Brad Sharp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307657423644228635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="18" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JzPj8XLCjqE/UM54zfkMY2I/AAAAAAAAAsA/YNLH0YaeRhg/s220/17930311278201633410.jpeg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wtafnews.com/2011/12/google-its-not-fancy-french-word.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYDQH4zfip7ImA9WhRWEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557726747678907574.post-2054959629428009449</id><published>2011-12-28T10:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T14:12:51.086-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-28T14:12:51.086-06:00</app:edited><title>They call her Flippers...</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Brad:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Hello, WTAF'ers. &amp;nbsp;I just had a riveting conversation during a random encounter with a new FaceBook friend. &amp;nbsp;Stacy was along for the ride as I filled her in on each aspect of the conversation and we had our own fun on the side. &amp;nbsp;The group of text with me and the new friend are separate from the group with Stacy and me. &amp;nbsp;Enjoy the fun! &amp;nbsp;We sure as hell did! &amp;nbsp;Also... WTAF?!?!?! &amp;nbsp;o_0&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Why the hell is a "Monnica Arion" chatting with me on FB? o_0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monnica Arion:&lt;/b&gt; hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp:&lt;/b&gt; yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monnica Arion:&lt;/b&gt; how are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp: &lt;/b&gt;good. well, as good as one can be at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp:&lt;/b&gt; o_0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sorry, bish... I can't marry you for a green card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;LMAO! &amp;nbsp;Can't or won't? &amp;nbsp;There's a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monnica Arion:&lt;/b&gt; thats nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monnica Arion: &lt;/b&gt;where are you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp: &lt;/b&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;No means no, bish! &amp;nbsp;You'll just have to swim here like everyone else!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Here's her FB pic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Yeah, pretty sure that is NOT a pic of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHA! &amp;nbsp;No doubt! &amp;nbsp;Damn hipster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monnica Arion: &lt;/b&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monnica Arion: &lt;/b&gt;well im from oklahoma city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monnica Arion:&lt;/b&gt; how old are you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp:&lt;/b&gt; gonna be 32 next month. I'm an old fart. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monnica Arion: &lt;/b&gt;ahh lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monnica Arion: &lt;/b&gt;well im 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monnica Arion: &lt;/b&gt;what do you do for living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp:&lt;/b&gt; Accounting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;I'm broke, bish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;LMAO! &amp;nbsp;Besides, you're GAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Old, Broke, and Gay: The Life Story of Brandon Nead Sharp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Oooo, I like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monnica Arion:&lt;/b&gt; thats nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;You're a bland little Green Card hunter, aren't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;LMFAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monnica Arion: &lt;/b&gt;are you gay right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Duuuuuuh! &amp;nbsp;No, I'm gay left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;LMFAO! &amp;nbsp;That's like the left shoe. &amp;nbsp;Now I have the left shoe, Harry Leftear and the left gay in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;LOL, nah, I dress gayly "to the left".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp: &lt;/b&gt;Yeppers! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monnica Arion: &lt;/b&gt;i see haha lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monnica Arion:&lt;/b&gt; so are you interested in a men right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Damn, this bitch is a sharp cookie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;That's what "gay" means in this context, honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp:&lt;/b&gt; SMH. &amp;nbsp;Run along now, little one... go get a life jacket or a dinghy or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Flippers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes! &amp;nbsp;That can be her nickname, too! &amp;nbsp;^_^ &amp;nbsp;Run along now, Flippers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp:&lt;/b&gt; indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monnica Arion:&lt;/b&gt; really but i gave a friend pornstar guy so do you want to see in my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm... I'm sorry... what???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;*eye twitch* &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Is... that English?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am unsure... of anything right now... &amp;nbsp;o_0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;No thanks. I'm taken and am loyal to him. &amp;nbsp;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monnica Arion:&lt;/b&gt; ahh ok i see hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp: &lt;/b&gt;Yeah. Okay, I'm gonna get back to work now, Flippers. You take care! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;LMFAO ROTF! &amp;nbsp;You actually called her FLIPPERS?! &amp;nbsp;Perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monnica Arion:&lt;/b&gt; ok sister hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sister?! &amp;nbsp;Bish... I'll cut you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra: &lt;/b&gt;Srsly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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30&amp;lt;3&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wtafnews/YpoU/~4/RpDhXudvptQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wtafnews.com/feeds/2054959629428009449/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wtafnews.com/2011/12/they-call-her-flippers.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557726747678907574/posts/default/2054959629428009449?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557726747678907574/posts/default/2054959629428009449?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/wtafnews/YpoU/~3/RpDhXudvptQ/they-call-her-flippers.html" title="They call her Flippers..." /><author><name>Brad Sharp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09307657423644228635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="18" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JzPj8XLCjqE/UM54zfkMY2I/AAAAAAAAAsA/YNLH0YaeRhg/s220/17930311278201633410.jpeg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wtafnews.com/2011/12/they-call-her-flippers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMARXw-fSp7ImA9WhRQFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557726747678907574.post-7190612024503397871</id><published>2011-12-09T13:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T14:27:24.255-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-09T14:27:24.255-06:00</app:edited><title>Happy Holidays from WTAFnews!</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Brad:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;We at WTAFnews wanted to take a moment to show you just how special your holidays are by reminding you it could be worse...&lt;br /&gt;
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... much much worse. &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;
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"Please! &amp;nbsp;Stop! &amp;nbsp;Every time you do that, we get another one of THESE little fuckers!" &lt;/div&gt;
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"Happy Holidays from all your sister wives!" &lt;/div&gt;
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"Ho, fuckin' ho. &amp;nbsp;Take me back to the home. &amp;nbsp;I'd rather spend Christmas with tapioca&lt;br /&gt;
than you&amp;nbsp;d-bags."&lt;/div&gt;
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"Happy Holidays from all the rest of your sister wives!"&lt;/div&gt;
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Um... nothing clever to say about this one except... yes please... &amp;nbsp;yum...&lt;/div&gt;
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Step one, put your sibling in a box. &amp;nbsp;Step two, knock over that box. &lt;br /&gt;
Step three, enjoy being the only child.&lt;/div&gt;
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A Very Backstreet Christmas? &amp;nbsp;o_0&lt;/div&gt;
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What do you get the person that has everything? &amp;nbsp;A family of coked up slaves on meth.&lt;/div&gt;
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Can't tell if the people are with the dogs or the dogs are with the people. &amp;nbsp;Either way, curb checking must be a real bitch. &amp;nbsp;Geddit? &amp;nbsp;Bitch? &amp;nbsp;Female dog... oh fuck it. &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I wanna see the next shots that shows them all getting chopped down, dragged away,&lt;br /&gt;
and decorated at other people's houses.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/famille_noel_0071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/famille_noel_0071.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Baby's very pleased with the makeover he gave his drunk dad.&lt;/div&gt;
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This disturbs me. &amp;nbsp;Not because they are naked, but because they look like they are stuck in a permanent time warp from the 70's.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/famille_noel_0081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/famille_noel_0081.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Why the hooker clown makeup? &amp;nbsp;Why the maniacal grin? &amp;nbsp;Who the HELL named YOU the best dad?! &amp;nbsp;Certainly wasn't the dog! &amp;nbsp;He's miserable! &amp;nbsp;At least the puppy's cute.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/famille_noel_0171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/famille_noel_0171.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Give the gift that keeps on giving... yellow fever.&lt;/div&gt;
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Since the kids STILL didn't cry, next year the parents will add Freddy Krueger.&lt;/div&gt;
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"We're taking this picture whether you are drunk or not! &amp;nbsp;Okay, kids, block daddy's junk! &lt;br /&gt;
Say penis, I mean, cheese!"&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/famille_noel_037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/famille_noel_037.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Don't you hate it when you have to untangle the lights from last year. &amp;nbsp;Good thing they found little Billy before he ate all the insulation in the attic!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/famille_noel_030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/famille_noel_030.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The only reason little Susie is genuinely smiling is because she just cut one. &lt;br /&gt;
"Enjoy the backdraft, ya tall douchebags!"&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/famille_noel_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/famille_noel_0001.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Santa doesn't check a list anymore; he checks FaceBook pics... which is why this house was skipped.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/famille_noel_0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/famille_noel_0011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Oh... oh, honey.... no... you need to stop chain smoking. &lt;br /&gt;
No wonder Santa doesn't want to be spotted.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/famille_noel_0141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/famille_noel_0141.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Kill... me..."&lt;/div&gt;
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Good thing Blind Aunt Ellen can't see her horrible horrible family making fun of her.&lt;/div&gt;
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How many Muppets had to die for that couch?! &amp;nbsp;O_O&lt;/div&gt;
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That's right. &amp;nbsp;Piss off the ones that know where you sleep.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/famille_noel_044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/famille_noel_044.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Forever. &amp;nbsp;Alone. &amp;nbsp;You don't want to know what he does with that Santa doll away from camera. &lt;br /&gt;
Just look at the horror on Kris Kringle's face.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/famille_noel_049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/famille_noel_049.jpg" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Between the hooker mom, pedophile dad, and the porn-stache brother,&lt;br /&gt;
I'd try to finger bang my brains out too.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/famille_noel_050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/famille_noel_050.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Speaking of pedo-dad, here's his favorite holiday pic.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/2251976506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/2251976506.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Nothing says "Merry Christmas" quite like a potential double murder scene.&lt;/div&gt;
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This is not the 'White Christmas' that I asked for. &amp;nbsp;You better have kept the receipt.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/3804307607.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" src="http://www.topito.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/3804307607.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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‎"Have a SHOCKINGLY good holiday!" &lt;br /&gt;
or &lt;br /&gt;
"Hope you see SPARKS this holiday season!" &lt;br /&gt;
or &lt;br /&gt;
"... and that's how we lost our little girl, this Christmas. There will be NO ELLE."&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;30&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I will point out the obvious. Injuries. Next, I would like to roll my eyes and discuss Rolando McClain. Seriously, dude? McClain was charged in Alabama with a whole bunch of crimey crimes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Third-degree assault,&amp;nbsp;menacing, reckless endangerment and discharging a firearm. Ro - I get it. You want to be an authentic Raider. Yes, we're a bunch of no-good criminals. We've established that. But, since we're having a winning season ... could you maybe be just an 'honorary' member for right now? Pretty please? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the actual fuck happened to you mother fuckers out there!??! You were facing a shut out until the last gah damn four minutes of the shitty ass, craptastic, OMG were your balls on fire so you couldn't pay attention to the actual game?!?!?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;This is the second time this has happened. Shit happened when we faced the Chiefs, too. WTAF. Get. Your. Shit. Together. This is the best the Raiders have looked in YEARS! And now, we have an embarassing loss, injuries up the ass, dumb ass mo-fo's getting arrested for stupid shit ... and we face the undefeated Packers next. (who the hell would've seen that coming?!?!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Fuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;That is all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra:&lt;/b&gt; "Good evening my stuffed like turkeys from Thanksgiving fuckers...tonight we have another WTAF story from our field reporter, Vivian Smartass. Vivian?"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Vivian Smartass:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thanks, Stacy. &amp;nbsp;Vivian Smartass here with another report from the Human Resources front. &amp;nbsp;I just had the following conversation with a prospective employee. &amp;nbsp;I do not know how he said this with a straight face.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Dumbass (DA): &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yeah I didn’t get those forms you sent me to fill out, my email was freezing up. &amp;nbsp;Can you send it to my other one?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Smartass (SA):&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Sure! &amp;nbsp;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;DA: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lastname420_69@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;SA: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;D:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Vivian:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Seriously? &amp;nbsp;You eediot! &amp;nbsp;How can you seriously, honest and for true, give out that email to a PROSPECTIVE EMPLOYER?? &amp;nbsp;Do you really think that the old fogeys in HR don’t know what 420 and 69 denote? &amp;nbsp;Alas, that I was never young!&lt;br /&gt;
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And some more fun with resumes. &amp;nbsp;Sadly, these are actual examples that have not been edited. &amp;nbsp;The stupid, it burns:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Example 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What skills do you have that would help perform this job?&lt;br /&gt;
Readying ,writing and communication&lt;br /&gt;
(&lt;b&gt;Vivian:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;You say these words. &amp;nbsp;I do not think they mean what you think they mean.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Example 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
IM A VERY DEPENDABLE PERSON,HARD WORK, WILLING TO LEARN KNEW THING ON A DAILY BASES,QUICK LEARNER,I PUT EVERY THING INTO MY JOB,I LOVE PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;
(&lt;b&gt;Vivian: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It’s great that you love people, Precious, but work on the written communication skills.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Example 3:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
EXCELLENT WIRTTEN AND VERBAL COMMUNICATION&lt;br /&gt;
(&lt;b&gt;Vivian:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;RWREALLY?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Example 4:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I have 5 years of experience, including as a Telephone Sales Rep, as a Crew Member and a cashier industries including Business Services, Eating and Drinking Places and Eating and Drinking Places.&lt;br /&gt;
(&lt;b&gt;Vivian: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Really Really Really?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Example 5:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Accurately put wood pieces together to create doors fronts and drawer&lt;br /&gt;
fronts.&lt;br /&gt;
• Identified and resolved problems with wood&lt;br /&gt;
• Verified that all wood was as it was supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;
(&lt;b&gt;Vivian:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;This just made me laugh. &amp;nbsp;Oh no, the wood is not as it is supposed to be!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Brad Sharp:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I bet wood&amp;nbsp;paneled&amp;nbsp;items really confuse the hell out of him. &amp;nbsp;:-P)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Example 6:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Other: &amp;nbsp;Healthy and a non-smoker&lt;br /&gt;
(&lt;b&gt;Vivian: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Good for you. &amp;nbsp;Should not be on a resume. &amp;nbsp;Ever.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Example 7:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Employer: XXX &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Location: Chicago, IL&lt;br /&gt;
Title: &amp;nbsp;sales ass&lt;br /&gt;
Description: &amp;nbsp;helped customer with their needs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;
(&lt;b&gt;Vivian: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Actually, I really want to be a sales ass. &amp;nbsp;Customer: &amp;nbsp;“Hi, do you have…” &amp;nbsp;Me: &amp;nbsp;“NO!” &amp;nbsp;*throws shoe* &amp;nbsp;“MWAHAHA!” &amp;nbsp;Also, I have needs of shoes. &amp;nbsp;Lots of needs of shoes.)&lt;br /&gt;
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...I'm so happy I could poop!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Why the hell did this come up on Google images when I searched for "Happy Raiders Poop"? &amp;nbsp;o_0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/wtafnews/YpoU/~4/0oC5tgNApOw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wtafnews.com/feeds/5061874782899534541/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wtafnews.com/2011/11/sports-with-stacy-cuz-brad-sure-as-shit.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557726747678907574/posts/default/5061874782899534541?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557726747678907574/posts/default/5061874782899534541?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/wtafnews/YpoU/~3/0oC5tgNApOw/sports-with-stacy-cuz-brad-sure-as-shit.html" title="Sports with Stacy 'cuz Brad Sure as Shit Ain't Gonna Do It: The Poop Edition" /><author><name>Stacy J. Sciarra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945485578360720697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMexWVqHzkc/TiBWh0rUliI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MoaPlua65z0/s220/BradnStacy.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wtafnews.com/2011/11/sports-with-stacy-cuz-brad-sure-as-shit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMBQ385eyp7ImA9WhRTGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557726747678907574.post-9018663719638869986</id><published>2011-11-09T09:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T09:27:32.123-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-09T09:27:32.123-06:00</app:edited><title>WTAF Post Office</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Stacy J. Sciarra: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Happy Hump Day my little fuckers. Today I would like to discuss a problem that I've been having with the post office. It's a What the Actual Fuck type problem. I have a fellow Raiders fan friend that I frequently like to send boxes of Raiders stuff too. She lives in California. I live in Florida. I also know that the post office has been having ridiculous problems...bugeting... closing facilities... blah blah blah. However, every single time I send a package to Kali in Cali ... the post office fucks it up. Every. Single. Time. The first time, I thought it was me. I double-checked with her to make sure I had her correct address (it was returned to me the first time.) The address was fine. I sent it again. The second time I sent a box, I double-checked to make sure I had the right spelling of her name (sometimes that makes a difference, I guess)... but this time... the third time, I'm getting a little pissed. Each time, I'm spending around $15.00 to send her packages ... and the post office can't tell me what I'm doing wrong ... neither can she... oh yeah, and the boxes get there all types of destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is it the fact that I live in Florida and she lives in California? Is that just a little farther than the post office wants to deliver my sweet packages? Is it the fact that the boxes are filled with Raiders goodies? Do I have a disgruntled fan on my hands? Am I using the wrong font on my address labels? Dear lord!! What is it?!? I've checked, rechecked, double checked ...and simply cannot find the problem!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...however, that's nothing on what I lost sending to my friend Jessi. &amp;nbsp;Awhile ago, Jessi's car was broken into and her purse was stolen. Her purse was stolen with some money in it, blah blah blah. &amp;nbsp;I decided that I am an awesome friend and sent her a replacement. But not just a replacement. I sent her one of my Prada purses (go ahead, those of you who don't know, look it up ... it's a very expensive purse... it just happened to be too small for my taste, as I basically carry a suitcase with me...) Anyway, if memory serves me correctly, I might have put a wallet in there, too... because I know that I tucked a considerable amount of cash in there - just to help out. Wouldn't you know it, I was in such a hurry to send it, I didn't trace the fucker... and it never got there. Ever. To this day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...it also happens in the reverse. My hilarious co-anchor, Brad, sent me a book last year around this time that never made it to me, either. It just simply disappeared. WTAF?!?! Now, I know that there are "special services" you can purchase from the post office to ensure delivery ... but... um, it's the post office. Their job is to deliver mail and packages... their job is to do their job! Why do I have to purchase "extra services" to ensure that my package will be delivered....?!?! It's extortion! It's blackmail! It's ... something.&lt;br /&gt;
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WHAT THE ACTUAL FUUUUUUUUUCK?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;
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NOTE FROM THE EDITORS: &amp;nbsp;This post is less What the Actual Fuck and more For Your Amusement. &amp;nbsp;Have a few laughs at our expense. ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad Sharp: &amp;nbsp;So, I have told you about the cheap ass Korean guy that runs the eatery downstairs in my office building, right? &amp;nbsp;The one that jacks the price up three fold, charges ten cents for a cup of ice, charges for extra napkins, doesn't accept credit cards because he has an ATM machine that he owns and gets fees off of.&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy J. Sciarra: &amp;nbsp;I vaguely remember the referenced to the cheap ass Korean guy&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad Sharp: &amp;nbsp;Well, I go downstairs to get breakfast, a veggie omelet, and go to the condiment station to get ketchup to put on it. Never got condiments from him before. I see the label on the Hunt's bottle boasting a "newer, thicker formula" or some shit like that; I pick it up, shake it, then tip it over expecting a thick and hearty goop to plop out only to pour out what looks like runny ass tomato soup. &amp;nbsp;So, either that cheap fugger keeps watering it down, or that is cheap ass Korean store "ketchup". &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy J. Sciarra: &amp;nbsp;First of all, EWWWWW, I hate Hunts! &amp;nbsp;Second, he probably waters it down.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad Sharp: &amp;nbsp;Yes, I prefer Heinz all natural or organic or whichever one doesn't use that corn syrup/sugar/shit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy J. Sciarra: &amp;nbsp;Absolutely! &amp;nbsp;Heinz all the fuggin’ way! &amp;nbsp;No generics, either. &amp;nbsp;That's a staple in my house.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad Sharp: &amp;nbsp;Wellllllllll, there are SOME generic items that are just as good or better, like Target's Archer Farms peanut sauce. &amp;nbsp;NO ONE compares to that &amp;nbsp;Their wet wipes are pretty awesome, too. &amp;nbsp;I can't believe I just said wet wipes are awesome... I am SO old. &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy J. Sciarra: &amp;nbsp;LMAO! Yeah, I've been known to carry a few moist toilettes myself. &amp;nbsp;We ARE old. &amp;nbsp;This sucks. When did this HAPPEN?!?!&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad Sharp: &amp;nbsp;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy J. Sciarra: &amp;nbsp;Pray with me for a minute that my boss stays the fugg home today...I've got mass amounts of murdered trees to file.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad Sharp: &amp;nbsp;'kay&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy J. Sciarra: &amp;nbsp;*mumbles something something prayer-god-stuffs-boss stay home!*&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad Sharp: &amp;nbsp;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy J. Sciarra: &amp;nbsp;Aaaaaand we're done praying.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad Sharp: &amp;nbsp;Not me... I need to give thanks for my presents this morning...&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy J. Sciarra: &amp;nbsp;Presents?!?! &amp;nbsp;What did you get?&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad Sharp: &amp;nbsp;Last night I was looking at my empty ass bank account thinking, "Dayum, I'm not gonna be able to have a drink for a long while! &amp;nbsp;Not even a glass of cheap wine. &amp;nbsp;Oh well..." then went about my night. &amp;nbsp;Well, I guess SOMEONE heard me... &amp;nbsp;As I was walking to work this morning, I saw two nice Whole Foods bags sitting on the sidewalk. &amp;nbsp;I looked closer; they were those cloth wine bags with six compartments for bottles. &amp;nbsp;I thought "Oh, those are nice bags. I could use them for something." &amp;nbsp;Upon closer inspection, one bag had a set of wine glasses and one BIG ASS GLASS (I think it's one of those novelty wine glasses that can hold a whole bottle). &amp;nbsp;The second bag had two unopened bottles of wine! &amp;nbsp;^_^&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy J. Sciarra: &amp;nbsp;LMAO ROTF! &amp;nbsp;It was probably placed there by some dumbass guy hoping for a romantic whatever later today. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad Sharp: &amp;nbsp;With four glasses and a BIG ASS GLASS? &amp;nbsp;What a dipshit! &amp;nbsp;I deserve these more than him! &amp;nbsp;^_^&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy J. Sciarra: Hehehehehhe, agreed. *(it's worth noting, he might be trying to roofie-colada an unsuspecting date with a glass that big)&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad Sharp: &amp;nbsp;Sorry... it's FOUR BIG ASS GLASSES and one small one with an UGLY pink stem. &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt; &amp;nbsp;*trash*&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy J. Sciarra: &amp;nbsp;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad: &amp;nbsp;Just told someone about my loot I procured - Her: "Be sure to wash those glasses!" &amp;nbsp;Me: "Oh, I already licked them clean on the way here." &amp;nbsp;Really?! &amp;nbsp;No shit? &amp;nbsp;F'real? &amp;nbsp;Nuh-uh! &amp;nbsp;I'm sorry, I am not a ree-ree like you! &amp;nbsp;I also like to take old mattresses that I find by the curb and roll around on them nekkied&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy J. Sciarra: &amp;nbsp;LMFAO! &amp;nbsp;Yes, I, too, roll around nekkid on old mattresses.... and hypodermic needles...&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad Sharp: &amp;nbsp;LOL!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Brad Sharp: &amp;nbsp;I just went into the bathroom/bakery and was overwhelmed by the smell of freshly baked cookies... and cock. &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt; &amp;nbsp;Awesome... cockies. &amp;nbsp;They REALLY need to change that scent! &amp;nbsp;...and someone REALLY needs to take a rag to their bidness.&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacy J. Sciarra: &amp;nbsp;Cockies? LMFAO&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://zaxxonq.com/2011/11/story-of-stupidity.html"&gt;http://ZaxxonQ.com/2011/11/story-of-stupidity.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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